So, today we go see our first set of apartments - Clau and I are looking toward the upper end of the price range for apartments, and theoretically that means that we won't be fighting the hordes for the space (if you're looking for a cheap studio or 1-bedroom, expect to be competing with a big crowd - 2-bedroom, not so much).
Yeah, that's right - 2 bedrooms! Count 'em - 1, 2. That means that guests (when we eventually have some) will not have to sleep in our living room. If we go really fancy we may even end up w/ two bathrooms, although this is supposedly kinda rare in Munich.
What else - the new office is sweet - I'm determined to take pictures but have no idea where I put the charger for the camera (stupid!). There's an espresso machine (not in my personal office, per se, but at least it's a quick skip from here to the kitchen) and Diet Coke on tap. Unfortunately that means I need to develop caffeine discipline, which is something I never had to worry much about before.
Went out drinking Saturday night - it didn't end particularly well - I ended up drinking way too much beer (still getting the hang of the German brew), and Clau and I ended up almost totally stranded - she was limping along really badly (her knee is still far from healed) and it was seriously freezing outside. So, you had a foreign couple, me leaning on her for stability, her leaning on me for support, hobbling along at about 1mph in the wind and snow - we ended up taking the tram and the subway, then a cab for the last leg home. Total travel time about 1 hour, total distance covered was about 4 miles. The general rule here is that if you're going to be out past 2am, be prepared to shovel out mucho dinero for a cab home (and I'm talking like 30 Euros for a 20-minute cab ride) - if you want to take the subway, better make 1:30 or so your last call. At least, if you're determined, you can still live it up in town after hours - it's not like California where you have to stop drinking because it's the law.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Well, I was close...
So, although nobody pointed it out to me, I found out in another context that the word for "quarter" is "Viertel" - which, to me, sounds exactly like "vittle" - or "victual" for you educated folks.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Things I am learning in Germany (in no particular order)
1) I _think_ the German word for "a quarter of a loaf of bread" is "vittel" - I learned it at the bakery, but unfortunately I have a terrible memory for words when I don't see them in writing - in fact the only way for me to really memorize them without seeing them in writing is to imagine the written word over and over in my head. Anyway, after learning this word I tried to verify it online, but cannot find a single instance of it. I shall have to verify it again, but I'm reticent to do so since the woman at the bakery terrifies me - she's large and menacing and has no patience for the local village idiot foreigner.
2) Just like it's not the heat, it's the humidity, it's not the cold - it's the humidity. It's been slightly above freezing here with about 90% humidity, and man is it cold - it's a horrible, pentrating cold that you can't seem to keep out.
3) IP phones ROCK! I have an IP phone that's tied into 30 Rock, so it's like I have a 30 Rock number - I can just dial extensions to talk to folks in 30 Rock, plus I can call the U.S., people can call my 212 number, and (most importantly) I can call 1-800 numbers, which comes up a lot more often than you might think (like, for example, conference calls). I'm going to see if it works in my office here, but I doubt it will, which means I'll have to find another solution for conference calling. You would think that GE would have international conference numbers, but whatever...
4) I missed Clau a lot - at one point she was offered a six-month assignment, and we even considered it, which seems foolish now.
5) Moving to a foreign country is a lot different from visiting it. For example, even though as a tourist you get the idea that everybody speaks English, you find out that it just isn't so when you move here (although thankfully everyone in my office speaks English). Also, things that go wrong in normal life can be a lot more exasperating than things that go wrong when on vacation; what might end up as a fun story from visiting a place ends up being an exasperating experience when you live there.
As an example of #5, Claudia tripped while walking up the stairs to the apartment last night and banged her knee up pretty bad. We thought it would be better by morning, but it was even worse and she was in a lot of pain. I went to the pharmacy in search of some Arnica or Ben-Gay, and it was a pretty frustrating experience. I ended up getting an ointment, but of course it didn't help right away, and she was in no shape to go to work. She called her boss, who told her she should go to the nearby clinic and get the knee checked out. We don't have insurance (yet), and we decided that even though we would have to pay for everything out of pocket, we should still go. Needless to say, going to the urgent care was an adventure, and everybody there was very nice (although there were a lot of folks who didn't speak English). She got X-rays and had an intern check out her leg, who thought it was OK, but wanted to have the chief of medicine look at it just to be sure. We waited for a good hour for the chief, but it was almost worth it; he had a giant flock of students around him watching his every move. I'm guessing that Claudia's condition was an interesting case for them, and they all wanted to see how the boss would determine if there was anything seriously wrong with her knee, or if it was just banged up. He poked at her, made her do a couple of things and kept asking "does that hurt?", to which most times the answer was "no, not especially". Finally, he finished it by saying to his interns (as best I could gather) "if she can do this, this and this, then she's OK and it's just a very bad hit, which will heal over time." He then grabbed her knee and pressed on it to emphasize his point - Claudia screamed "WOW! THAT HURTS!", to which he replied "Yes, I know." Afterwards, he left with his entourage minus the intern who had treated Clau, who then wrapped up her leg in a bandage to immobilize it and told her to keep it on for a day or two.
The point of this story is not to demostrate what a dick the chief was (because he actually was rather nice, although obviously busy), but really what good care Claudia received. And, for those who are curious, the total bill including the X-rays was about 100 Euros. And, to further emphasize the difference in culture, when we first got to the clinic we discovered that Claudia's boss had called the clinic ahead of time to describe what had happened and to let them know that a foreigner would be coming to see them. After we got back home, Claudia called her boss, who told her to take the day off tomorrow to ensure that the leg would heal. That's definitely different from New York!
I'll write about my new office in another post, but suffice it to say it's pretty neat - everyone there is generally a bit younger and relatively relaxed. I found out that I get meal vouchers for lunch (which apparantly is normal, either that or else places will have a subsidized cafeteria) and I actually got a real office, and it's very swanky (I'll post pictures when I get a chance). The office is temporary, though - I'll be moving soon enough, although hopefully I can convince them I'm important enough to warrant a similarly swanky location after we're all done moving around.
--Nate
2) Just like it's not the heat, it's the humidity, it's not the cold - it's the humidity. It's been slightly above freezing here with about 90% humidity, and man is it cold - it's a horrible, pentrating cold that you can't seem to keep out.
3) IP phones ROCK! I have an IP phone that's tied into 30 Rock, so it's like I have a 30 Rock number - I can just dial extensions to talk to folks in 30 Rock, plus I can call the U.S., people can call my 212 number, and (most importantly) I can call 1-800 numbers, which comes up a lot more often than you might think (like, for example, conference calls). I'm going to see if it works in my office here, but I doubt it will, which means I'll have to find another solution for conference calling. You would think that GE would have international conference numbers, but whatever...
4) I missed Clau a lot - at one point she was offered a six-month assignment, and we even considered it, which seems foolish now.
5) Moving to a foreign country is a lot different from visiting it. For example, even though as a tourist you get the idea that everybody speaks English, you find out that it just isn't so when you move here (although thankfully everyone in my office speaks English). Also, things that go wrong in normal life can be a lot more exasperating than things that go wrong when on vacation; what might end up as a fun story from visiting a place ends up being an exasperating experience when you live there.
As an example of #5, Claudia tripped while walking up the stairs to the apartment last night and banged her knee up pretty bad. We thought it would be better by morning, but it was even worse and she was in a lot of pain. I went to the pharmacy in search of some Arnica or Ben-Gay, and it was a pretty frustrating experience. I ended up getting an ointment, but of course it didn't help right away, and she was in no shape to go to work. She called her boss, who told her she should go to the nearby clinic and get the knee checked out. We don't have insurance (yet), and we decided that even though we would have to pay for everything out of pocket, we should still go. Needless to say, going to the urgent care was an adventure, and everybody there was very nice (although there were a lot of folks who didn't speak English). She got X-rays and had an intern check out her leg, who thought it was OK, but wanted to have the chief of medicine look at it just to be sure. We waited for a good hour for the chief, but it was almost worth it; he had a giant flock of students around him watching his every move. I'm guessing that Claudia's condition was an interesting case for them, and they all wanted to see how the boss would determine if there was anything seriously wrong with her knee, or if it was just banged up. He poked at her, made her do a couple of things and kept asking "does that hurt?", to which most times the answer was "no, not especially". Finally, he finished it by saying to his interns (as best I could gather) "if she can do this, this and this, then she's OK and it's just a very bad hit, which will heal over time." He then grabbed her knee and pressed on it to emphasize his point - Claudia screamed "WOW! THAT HURTS!", to which he replied "Yes, I know." Afterwards, he left with his entourage minus the intern who had treated Clau, who then wrapped up her leg in a bandage to immobilize it and told her to keep it on for a day or two.
The point of this story is not to demostrate what a dick the chief was (because he actually was rather nice, although obviously busy), but really what good care Claudia received. And, for those who are curious, the total bill including the X-rays was about 100 Euros. And, to further emphasize the difference in culture, when we first got to the clinic we discovered that Claudia's boss had called the clinic ahead of time to describe what had happened and to let them know that a foreigner would be coming to see them. After we got back home, Claudia called her boss, who told her to take the day off tomorrow to ensure that the leg would heal. That's definitely different from New York!
I'll write about my new office in another post, but suffice it to say it's pretty neat - everyone there is generally a bit younger and relatively relaxed. I found out that I get meal vouchers for lunch (which apparantly is normal, either that or else places will have a subsidized cafeteria) and I actually got a real office, and it's very swanky (I'll post pictures when I get a chance). The office is temporary, though - I'll be moving soon enough, although hopefully I can convince them I'm important enough to warrant a similarly swanky location after we're all done moving around.
--Nate
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Almost gone
Movers came and spent all day yesterday packing all our crap - I watched it go and realized that yes, this is in fact happening.
On another note - why are we not getting more freaked out about this? I mean, I think that if in NYC you started having severed feet just showing up, people might be a little concerned. Especially considering that they're all in shoes, so it's not like these are drowned swimmers. I'm sure there's a CSI episode in there somewhere...
--Nate
On another note - why are we not getting more freaked out about this? I mean, I think that if in NYC you started having severed feet just showing up, people might be a little concerned. Especially considering that they're all in shoes, so it's not like these are drowned swimmers. I'm sure there's a CSI episode in there somewhere...
--Nate
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
I admit it
I got a little teary last night. We were watching the results and the victory sort of came out of nowhere - I mean, we knew which way it was going, but on NBC news (come on, where else would I be watching it?) Obama went straight from 207 to a lock. I immediately shuffled down the street to NewsCorp HQ and confirmed the news (hey, if Fox News admits it, then it's done!), then went back to Channel 4 (local bar right by 30 Rock) to let them know.
I was so overcome by emotion, and I couldn't place it. After a few minutes, it hit me; I was actually proud of my country. I can't remember the last time I felt that way - it was certainly long enough ago that the emotion was completely foreign to me. It was, in fact, the antithesis of my emotions after the 2004 election, and judging by the (happy) pandemonium in the city, I wasn't the only one feeling that way.
I'm proud that we finally voted for the right guy. I'm proud that we've elected a black president, that we've elected an intelligent president, and that it wasn't even a close contest. When I move to Germany, I won't be ashamed to be American, because at long last it looks like we've seen the error of our ways and will at long last be on the right track.
I proceded to get absolutely smashed at the bar last night. The vibe was perfect, everyone was happy, some people were crying, overcome with the same emotion that I was feeling, and I just wanted it to last forever. I only wish my wife could have been there with me.
I woke up this morning about 10 minutes before my 8am conference call. I have a hell of a hangover, but it was absolutely worth it. If I could live that night over again, I wouldn't change a thing.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Liquid diet (or, fun with Eliana)
So, the stories of miscommunications and games with the cleaning lady are legendary. She was supposed to come by last Friday, so on Friday morning I did the pre-Eliana-visit routine of straightening up as best as I can, and (more importantly) hiding the essential items that I'll need for the next week; if I don't hide stuff, she will.
Now, one part of the German transition is that I can't take any food with me, so I decided it would be a good idea to start getting rid of stuff; I took stock of the kitchen and decided that, although the freezer and pantry still had a lot of stuff that looked viable and tasty, the refrigerator was about 40% condiments, 20% booze, 15% rotten food, and about 5% non-booze stuff that I actually wanted. I took the liberty of putting all of the stuff to be kept on the top shelf of the fridge, then wrote Eliana a note saying I wanted to start getting rid of my food, and could she please throw out all the food beneath the jar of water?
Later that day, Eliana called me and said she was sick, and would I mind if she came by on Monday? That coincided nicely with an impromptu get-together that I hosted on Saturday, so I thought it was optimal.
On Sunday, I had a particularly nasty (and, I thought, somewhat undeserved) hangover, and cooked myself a massive Mac & Cheese with everything from the pantry that looked like it might go well with Mac & Cheese. The resulting glop was delicious and huge - I ate about half of it, then put the other half in a tupperware, taking care to place it on the top shelf, above the jar of water.
So, you can guess where this is going: I came home today, opened the refrigerator in anticipation of my M&C glop (cuz you know that shit is even better when reheated the second day), and saw this. Horrors!
Now, of course I can point out the obvious - she somehow interpreted "can you please throw away all the food below the water jug in the refrigerator" as "please throw away all food in the apartment". Perhaps my Portuguese is worse than I thought - remind me to NEVER hire a Brazilian exterminator, lest I inadvertently have all the pets on our block executed.
What I find more curious, however, is what she opted to leave behind:
Now, one part of the German transition is that I can't take any food with me, so I decided it would be a good idea to start getting rid of stuff; I took stock of the kitchen and decided that, although the freezer and pantry still had a lot of stuff that looked viable and tasty, the refrigerator was about 40% condiments, 20% booze, 15% rotten food, and about 5% non-booze stuff that I actually wanted. I took the liberty of putting all of the stuff to be kept on the top shelf of the fridge, then wrote Eliana a note saying I wanted to start getting rid of my food, and could she please throw out all the food beneath the jar of water?
Later that day, Eliana called me and said she was sick, and would I mind if she came by on Monday? That coincided nicely with an impromptu get-together that I hosted on Saturday, so I thought it was optimal.
On Sunday, I had a particularly nasty (and, I thought, somewhat undeserved) hangover, and cooked myself a massive Mac & Cheese with everything from the pantry that looked like it might go well with Mac & Cheese. The resulting glop was delicious and huge - I ate about half of it, then put the other half in a tupperware, taking care to place it on the top shelf, above the jar of water.
So, you can guess where this is going: I came home today, opened the refrigerator in anticipation of my M&C glop (cuz you know that shit is even better when reheated the second day), and saw this. Horrors!
Now, of course I can point out the obvious - she somehow interpreted "can you please throw away all the food below the water jug in the refrigerator" as "please throw away all food in the apartment". Perhaps my Portuguese is worse than I thought - remind me to NEVER hire a Brazilian exterminator, lest I inadvertently have all the pets on our block executed.
What I find more curious, however, is what she opted to leave behind:
- All the booze (which was kind of her)
- The jar of water (which, remember, was meant to be used as a reference marker for what should be kept and what should be tossed). Note that the jar of water is in the same place I left it.
- Claudia's cold mask (in the freezer, useful for administering or relieving a headache)
- A half-eaten pint of Haagen-Dazs acai berry sorbet
- A box of durian popsicles. Words cannot describe the foulness that is durian. Many people have their own particularly colorful descriptions - the image it brings forth to my mind is a sweet Maui onion that has been forgotten in a gym locker, in a tropical place, surrounded by sweaty gym socks, and left there for a couple of months. There's definitely a sweetness and a hint that maybe there could have been something good here at one point, but it's overwhelmed by the funk. Anyway, continuing the list...
- A package of hot dog rolls. I'm actually unsure as to where these came from - I'm relatively sure it wasn't the refrigerator, but that's where they are now
- A small chunk of goiabada (a Brazilian sweet made from guava - it's kind of like a really, really think fruit roll-up). I should note that there was also an unopened package of goiabada in the side shelf of the fridge which is gone. That chunk of goiabada has been in the fridge since (I think) the last time Clau and I went to Brazil, which I believe was for Christmas last year. Apparantly it had been there for so long that Eliana thought it was part of the fridge, or perhaps a particularly colorful accessory.
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